Change, adapt, overcome

Avacyn stood at the edge of the island's central lake for a while, watching how the chilled breeze blowing through made the surface of the water ripple and wash up against the rocky shore. After she asked her uncle to assume leadership of the pack there had been a small part of her that had hoped he would refuse, but when he had eventually agreed to the arrangement there had been a larger part of her that was relieved. In the long run she was confident that this was a good direction for their family to go and would give them more flexibility as they continued to grow into a much larger and more varied group than the family had once been as an isolated group, but it was still a hard thing for her to change something so fundamental that her great, great grandmother had put into place so many years ago.

She glanced over at Deimos as he came to join her at the pack's usual meeting spot and she offered him a smile as she walked over to the slightly raised slab of slate. Once they were both ready she lifted her muzzle to call for the rest of the pack to join them, her uncle's voice joining in with her own after a moment. There were pockets of the pack that would already know–their mates and her parents mostly–but she wanted the rest of the pack to hear her reasons from her own mouth. She settled back on her haunches, leaving space for Saracyn to join at her side when he arrived with their children, and looked out across the landscape of the island for everyone else to arrive.

"Avacyn Medacium"